Saturday, March 5, 2011

An Irish Blessing!


I know that it has been a while and someone sent me an email today and reading the story in the email and the saying at the end made me realize more than ever that it is true. I have always believed that and I hope that everyone who reads it takes something positive away from it as I have.. Enjoy!!!

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One
day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard
a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his
tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy
, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming
saved the lad from what could have been a slow and
terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's
sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped
out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer
Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my
son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish
farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the
farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of
education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like
his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be
proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in
time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in
London, and went on to become known throughout the world as
the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from
the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His
son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

Until Later,

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